RIP River. RIP everyone else that is dead.
In loving and irreverent memory of River Phoenix and the many others who have passed on before and after him.
Please feel free to comment with your own favorite memories of those departed.
RIP River. RIP everyone else that is dead
Please feel free to comment with your own favorite memories of those departed.
RIP River. RIP everyone else that is dead
Archival RIPs
12/05/2004 - 12/12/200412/12/2004 - 12/19/2004
12/19/2004 - 12/26/2004
12/26/2004 - 01/02/2005
01/02/2005 - 01/09/2005
01/09/2005 - 01/16/2005
01/16/2005 - 01/23/2005
01/30/2005 - 02/06/2005
02/06/2005 - 02/13/2005
02/13/2005 - 02/20/2005
02/20/2005 - 02/27/2005
02/27/2005 - 03/06/2005
04/03/2005 - 04/10/2005
06/19/2005 - 06/26/2005
08/27/2006 - 09/03/2006
09/03/2006 - 09/10/2006
12/03/2006 - 12/10/2006
12/10/2006 - 12/17/2006
04/08/2007 - 04/15/2007
01/13/2008 - 01/20/2008
02/03/2008 - 02/10/2008
11/23/2008 - 11/30/2008
02/08/2009 - 02/15/2009
04/08/2012 - 04/15/2012
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
RIP Holiday Spirit
It's only the 22nd and you're already beaten to death. Sucks.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
RIP Brad Nowell
I don't practice Santaria either, but I do worship occasionally at the shrine of Brad Nowell, lead singer of Sublime, dead at age 28 from a heroin overdose. Braaaaaad, doooooooode...drugs = death yo. Your wife just gave birth to your baby, you just were about to make it sooooooooo huge in the music scene. Instead you died leaving your bandmates to create Long Beach Dub Allstars, which is nothing near as good as Sublime. For real, your voice makes my dainties a little wet. You rocked my casbah baby, and you're sorely missed. Now I'm off to do some dirty work, cuz I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sanchos throat, yo. In true Brad style, RIP old friend, cuz lovin' is what I got...I said remember that...
Monday, December 20, 2004
RIP Maurice Gibb
Whetha you're a motha or whetha you're a brotha you're stayin alive, stayin alive...but not in this case. Maurice, you're dead. WTF? How could you do this to me? I was young, living in southern california and I totally believed you guys were THE coolest motherfuckers to walk the earth. Your white pantsuits and gold chains/medallions made my young heart all aflutter and I'd have probably killed my kindergarten teacher for you if you'd have asked me to. I can't believe you did this to me. And because of an intestinal blockage that caused heart attack. Who knows, maybe they didn't have bran in Australia. Goddamn you Australia! RIP Maurice, I'll be singing your praises til the day I die.
Now I'm off to go listen to your songs while I shove snack cakes into my piehole and pout, oh wait, Viva La Bam is on...ok so maybe I'll just mourn you at commercial break. Still though, thats good for me yo.
Now I'm off to go listen to your songs while I shove snack cakes into my piehole and pout, oh wait, Viva La Bam is on...ok so maybe I'll just mourn you at commercial break. Still though, thats good for me yo.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
RIP Allen Ginsberg
once upon a time, my friend and I talked about someday tracking you down and asking you to be our best friend. Then we found out that you were dead. Its funny how you sometimes think someone is alive when they are really dead. And sometimes you think they are dead when they are really alive. For instance, once upon a time, when I first started listening to Tom Waits, I was under the impression that he was dead. But he was not. Yes, life is funny. RIP Allan Ginsberg... Your homo-erotic, drug induced memories left behind will forever touch us.
